The Wounded Heart Come, bring your sampler, and with art Draw in't a wounded heart, And dropping here and there; Not that I think that any dart Can make your's bleed a tear, Or pierce it any where; Yet do it to this end,—that I May by This secret see, Though you can make That heart to bleed, your's ne'er will ache For me. |
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